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Chapter 29 Seven Stars Continued Life

I can see clearly the person coming. It was the potter Jiuyan who once helped me.

When he walked in, he was holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, sat next to my grandfather and looked at me and asked:

"Wang Cheng, are you awake?"

"Well, Master Jiu, thank you for saving me." I looked at Jiuyan and said thank you.

Jiuyan just nodded and handed my grandfather the porcelain bowl filled with porridge.

I don’t know what Jiuyan used to do. Grandpa, who had been making trouble as soon as he had eaten, actually took the porcelain bowl obediently and drank the porridge in the bowl quietly.

Jiuyan held the empty porcelain bowl and said to me:

"I'll help you serve a bowl of porridge, and you can lie down and rest for a while." He said and walked out.

After a while, Jiuyan walked in with porridge.

I took it from him and drank it slowly until I finished drinking the porridge that I asked out the doubts in my heart.

"Master Nine, you rescued me from the ancient tomb, right? How do you know where I am?" I put the porcelain bowl in my hand on the cabinet on the kang and asked Jiuyan.

Jiuyan pointed at my arm and explained:

"I can find you because of the mark on your arm. Wang Cheng, tell you the truth. Some time ago, I took you to Sanhegou. I originally planned to borrow you and seal your sister Qimeng's wronged soul into a porcelain jar, and then heal his wronged soul on the first or fifteenth day of the day. But what I didn't expect was that the wronged soul buried in these Sanhegou is not only your sister, but also a more terrifying wronged soul, which was blocked by it. By chance, a spiritual contract ceremony was made for you."

My own guess was finally confirmed. I actually formed a spiritual contract with my sister Qimeng’s wronged soul. This is too...

Jiuyan said this and took up a white porcelain jar under the kang and handed it to me:

"Your sister Qimeng's soul is in the porcelain jar. You put it away. Every day on the first day of the lunar month and the fifteenth night, you can talk to her and she can hear it."

When I heard Jiuyan's words, I immediately carried the porcelain jar over.

"Master Jiu, I... I really don't know how to thank you." I felt from the bottom of my heart that Jiuyan was a good person, but I still couldn't understand one thing. This is not a relative or a reason. Why did the potter Jiuyan help me?

"Master Ninth, I still have a question to ask you," I said.

"Wang Cheng, please ask if you have any questions." Jiuyan said and sat on the kang.

I hesitated for a while, but still felt that this question must be asked clearly, so I asked:

"Why have you been helping us?"

After hearing my words, Jiuyan was stunned for a moment, and then looked at my grandfather.

"Thirty-three years ago, an orphan passed by You Huanshui Village. It was winter. The north wind blew and snowflakes were falling. The orphan was wearing tattered clothes and knocking on the door to pray in the cold wind. After a long time, a family finally opened the door for him. Not only did they let the orphan go in and cook for the fire, but they also let the orphan live in their house for a winter. Before leaving, they also gave the orphan five yuan." Speaking of this, Jiuyan's eyes were slightly red. He reached out and held my grandfather's hand tightly, and then said:

"I am the orphan from thirty-three years ago, and it is your grandparents who took me in."

It turns out that there is something else.

He still remembers the kindness he had thirty-three years ago...

No, no! I was seven or eight years old before thirty years old, and this combined was at least forty years old. Nine Yan looked at most about thirty years old, and they didn't look like a forty-year-old.

I sat on the kang, looked at Jiuyan and said bluntly:

"Master Nine, why do I think you don't look like a forty-year-old?"

Jiuyan looked at me and just smiled slightly. He did not explain, but instead shifted the topic:

"Wang Cheng, how did you provoke that group of Black Mountain Wolf Generals?"

So I brought them to our village to pretend to be a skewer to collect antiques, and then I told them all about the fact that they were discovered and brought down the tomb.

After listening carefully to what I said, Jiuyan seemed to have thought of something and asked:

"Wang Cheng, do you know what their group of Black Mountain wolves are going to steal the tomb of Princess Agu?"

"I heard them say they were looking for something called Dunjia," I recalled.

"Dunjia?" Jiuyan repeated.

"Well, by the way, they also found a blue porcelain jar in the coffin and took it away." I remembered what I saw in the ancient tomb before, and told Jiuyan all the details in full.

Jiuyan nodded, turned around and took the wooden box he carried with him. He opened the wooden box and turned it out of it, and put it in his hand and said to me:

"Their Black Mountain Wolves are looking for more than Dunjia from Qimen, but also it."

"What is this lamp used for?" I asked in confusion.

"This candlelight is what their Black Mountain Wolf General has always wanted to look for. It was found in the mezzanine layer of the coffin when I saved you." Jiuyan said as he took out a match and lit the wick. Strangely, the flame was not the yellow color of an ordinary candle, but the dark red color.

Jiuyan blew out the flames on the candlelight, but the expression on his face became solemn, his brows frowned, as if he was thinking about something. Seeing Jiuyan like this, I couldn't help but become nervous. After several minutes, Jiuyan asked me again:

"Wang Cheng, do you want your sister Qimeng to come back to life?"

I just felt my heart thumping, and I said bluntly without thinking:

"I think, I dream of it!"

Jiuyan handed me the candlelight in his hand:

"The tiger raised its head and the seven stars can extend its life. This is the seven stars can extend its life lamp. I'll give it to you. However, if you want to help your sister Qimeng extend her life and rebirth, you must find Qizhang."

Looking at the rusty candlelight in Jiuyan's hand, I never thought that it was the famous seven-star life-extending lamp!

Because of the Three Kingdoms period, Zhuge Liang used it to prosper and became famous all over the world!

Is there such a thing in this world?

"Master Nine, is this seven-star life-sustaining lamp real?" I took the candlelight and touched it, but I still couldn't believe it.

Jiuyan stood up from the kang, looked out the window, was silent for a long time before he said slowly:

"This seven-star life-sustaining lamp can indeed prolong life. If you ignite the seven-star life-sustaining lamp, it will last for one century, that is, twelve years. But there are also many taboos. Those who extend their life should not be more than 60 years old, and those who extend their life should not be rats, oxes, tigers, rabbits, dragons, snakes, and dragons. In history, only one of the seven-star life-sustaining lamps has successfully extended their life for twelve years, which is Liu Bowen of the Ming Dynasty."

When I heard Jiuyan's words, my heart moved. My sister Qimeng happened to be a horse and she could use the lamp to extend her life!

Looking at the porcelain jar containing my sister's wronged soul, hope ignited in my heart again.

At this moment, I made up my mind to find Qi Qi Qi Seven Star Life-Sustaining Light to make my sister Qi Meng come back to life again.
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